Violet snapped three photos of herself from various angles, sent them, and waited for her boyfriend’s response. He rang her up—a slow vibrating purr, unlike the staccato door-knocking of her mother’s ringvibe—and said: “Me likey. Now take it off.”
Violet frowned. “You were _supposed_ to dig up the backstory on the dress.”
“Well, you can’t blame me for getting a little distracted. Besides, isn’t it bad luck for me to see?”
“That’s only for weddings, not prom.”
Rated R for language, teen-adult situations, and virtual steadies. Also, Norm’s sexy talk.